This evening, he has become as strange as water.
The world of mortals is like a dream, soft as smoke, and scattered into yesterday's notes.
A snow tree, a beautiful face and a broken heart.
It has been a long time since the end of the world.
Ten miles of butterflies are flying in the air.
The butterfly flew away, dreaming a long dream.
Peach blossoms have fallen for only a thousand years, and there is no mourning for reincarnation.
Butterflies, flying flowers, weaving clouds and dreams, looking forward to seeing them in the Millennium.
I am willing to turn my life into a wisp of smoke and hug you.
Willing to keep the oath of never giving up in the wind
It's never too late to get together and leave. Don't forget, Huanyan and your other half are in my heart, thinking of you.
Thousands of years later, I remembered in my dream that only love is spreading.